This story is very true. And my life has been richer for it,let me explain. My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years now, but this story takes place almost 18 years ago. She is a beautiful, sexy woman, she owns her own business and has been successful for many years now. She's 5 foot 6 inches, 140lbs which is just how I like it. Very top heavy 44DDD, hourglass figure like the pinup girls from Marilyn Monroe era of women. Both nipples are huge and pierced, and a few classy tattoos that are well hidden. That said we have been together since our late teens and around the time of this incident we had fallen into a rut. So when her birthday came around, I asked her what she really wanted, and at first she said that she just wanted some clothes or some nice perfume. And I knew that she deserved more. Our sex lives have always been very spicy, and by that I mean very little was out of the question. So being the husband that I am, I took it upon myself to book us for a week at Hedonism in Jamaica. For those that don't know, Hedonism is a wild couples resort where swinging is all but encouraged by its nudist perspective. I wouldn't tell her anything other than I was taking her away out of the country for a week. Now with her owning her own business, and me owning mine there were no boss for us to check with. We arrived in Jamaica and the transport service swept is away from the main resort, to our own slice of adult heaven. Upon check in we were given our itinerary for the …
Why I dislike most porn -1
I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I have written essays and reports for Playboy and Newsweek, which made the international editions I have written several hundreds of erotic stories in three different languages, blogs in many more I will give reasons below why I think most porn directors are gay guys who hate women with all heart I will give alternatives to my readers to access something sexier than mainstream porn from the West I have read hundreds of books in a wide scope of sexuology, reports, essays, autobiographies, novels I have read all my life, as I hardly worked as a journalist, editor or reporter – I prefer to think! I have lived for a few months in several European countries as well as in India, South and North I have lived for over a dozen years in Poland, where I composed an essay for the Polish Playboy I first summarise parts the essay for which Playboy Polska lacked the guts to publish it I remember the new editor-in-chief, he just loved to be Playboy's face on Polish TV and parties I remember his ignorance of my dozen earlier articles and knowledge of many different editions I sometimes still meet people who refuse to believe I have an edition even of Playboy in Chinese I got it from the former editor-in-chief, who had no idea how rare this probe print edition was In Catholic prudish Poland in …
It turned out much better than expected!
If you have been following my blog, you know I have contemplated having a session with another xhamster user WHO I have actually met in person. His name is Jesse and I met him at his place at 1 pm on Chrismas eve as planned the day before. Kind of a strange time to meet but he had f****y to visit that night and I was getting ready for a trip to see friends on Christmas day for a few days; it was the only time we could make work. Jesse was a really sweet guy. He had a nice bottle of wine on hand and he suggested, because I was a little nervous, that we watch some porn and perhaps just masturbate together. I was a little dubious, but he said that he wouldn't touch me at all if that was my preference. He put on some bi porn (mmf) because he knew i like that and he is bi himself. After discussing some ground rules we sat there on his couch, not touching, and started watching porn. Jesse pulled out his lsix inch prick out of his zipper, lubed it up and began stroking. I kept my clothes on and put my hands down my tights, and played with my clit. The movie was pretty hot and I was loving the scene where the girl was on top of the one guy, while the other guy was fucking her from behind. The guy at the bottom would pull out the other guy's cock and suck it and then he push it back to her pussy for more. This action made me super horny, I would looking over at Jesse's glistening cock and more and more thought about doing more with him. I decided t try and pulled my fingers out from …
Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong
A successful, law-abiding black man get's fed up with being racially profiled and goes off the deep end. I'm a black man. I'm not a thug. I don't sell d**gs. I won't hurt you. I'm actually a doctor. Went to college and medical school. I help people. But none of that matters when you're a black man, you see. White people only see you one way. I've been pulled over by the cops too many times to remember. Questioned. Harassed. It's humiliating. And it's not just the authorities. It's regular people too. You can try to ignore it, but you can tell. When you're walking down the street, white ladies cross to the other side or or they hold their purse tight to their chest while they look at you with fear or suspicion. They don't even know me, but they think I'm some stereotype. I used to try to put people at ease. You know, I would try to smile or whistle some Disney song. I mean how dangerous can a man who is whistling the theme song to "Frozen" be? Doesn't matter. I'm just a black man to them. Well I'm done with trying to be the nice guy. You think I'm some bad ass nigger. Fine. I'll play your game. It all started one day when I was at a medical convention in Atlanta. It'd been a long day and I finally got back to the hotel and needed to take the elevator up to the 8th floor. I saw at the end of the hall the elevator door was closing. Two white ladies, mid-thirties were in the elevator–one blonde, one brunette. They were dressed like they had been out on the town on a girls …
Peep show fun
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch. Back in the ‘day’ in Amsterdam there existed besides the usual video booth arcades, peep shows. Something of a relic of the sixties. It consisted of a circular room, with booths along the circumference. Each booth had a window and a coin slot. You put your Gilder in and down dropped the window and you gat a few minutes of watching some woman gyrate and if you were lucky maybe a flash of pussy or tit pressed up to your window. Sadly the peep show seemed it had it’s day and it died a lingering death. By the late eighties I think there was just one left in central Amsterdam Red Light area. So in the late eighties a good friend of mine moved to The Hague for work and he invited me and my girlfriend over for a long weekend. Now I ought to mention that my girlfriend wasn’t adverse to porn but was the porn junkie that I was. She liked her porn at a distance so to speak. We’d been to Amsterdam many …
Giseles Story
Author’s note: This is an interracial porn story. There’s a plot, but not an overly complex one. If you aren’t a fan of white girl/black guy(s), then it may be a good idea if you read something else, maybe in a different category. This story takes place right as my other story, Ashley’s Story, was ending (in the month of May). All characters are over 18, are fictional, and were written for entertainment purposes. Gisele’s Story Chapter 1 It was done. I was finished. College was over! I was so happy to graduate, to be done with all the studying, work, and stress. I was sitting next to Ian on the couch, snuggling tightly, with a man I loved – or thought I loved. A man I wished loved me in return, but sadly, I felt he didn’t and never would. It was bittersweet too. Ian was leaving for the summer to work on an oil rig right around the time I would start my internship. “Elite Magazine eh?” he asked. “Yep. This internship could turn into a job there,” I said, hoping for the best with the Atlanta-based magazine publisher. Ian put his arm around me, “Good. This sounds like a great opportunity for you.” “Yeah, I know,” I replied, feeling fortunate to land this internship, wanting to prove my worth. “Maybe you’ll meet a nice guy,” he said. I hated when he suggested that. I only wanted him, but was too afraid to tell him. I’ve wanted him since I began liking boys. I shrugged, “Maybe.” I sat up, looking in his blue eyes, short blonde hair. “What about you? You going meet anyone?” …
Train ride home
I have a short story that had happened not a long time ago, maybe a month or so. Anyways I will start first by the fact that I am a male and I have a exhibitionism fetish, so you will catch the point early on. So… I have a friend on a neighboring town not more than 100 Km away. I know the guy since we were kinds and whenever I want to relax I go at him or my place since I have a home there as well… however, the story is not related by him. The story starts when I returned. I spent a total of 4 days with the guy and I was a lot of fun. We were mostly chilling during daytime and hitting bars during nighttime drinking and party. The only thing disappointing was that we didn’t have much luck with ladies for some reason and I couldn’t get fucked at all. I do not need to mention that some sexual tension was added, since I didn’t have the private space and mood to masturbate for obvious reasons. So after those 4 days I was extremely horny although I didn’t felt it at the beginning. It was Sunday evening and I had to get back home. I was kind of late because I had to catch the last train and 9 PM. I was getting dark outside and I still had to get back home. I nearly missed the train but managed to get it on time somehow. When I got in the train I was quite dark inside. I was surprised to see how few people were in it. The wagon that I got in had long hall and compartments side by side. I passed the first one and there were like 3 people in it, the second had like 2 and then all of …
Crossdressers First Time
I was in my mid 40's and divorced and living a great life. I ran my own successful business from home and lived in a large house in its own grounds at least 5 miles from my nearest neighbour. Whilst I was single I had an active sex life having been lucky enough to know 3 ladies who were unattached and had no need for a long term relationships but were happy to meet up for sex or go away for a break all no strings attached. They all knew of each other and I was aware they saw other men or ladies if they wished. Debi was 50 a successful lawyer and very dirty. Helen was 60 a retired business woman sexy and great in bed and Sarah was my age a nurse who loved sex and could use me all night. What I kept quiet and had since I was young was that I cross dressed. I now had a locked closet full of ladies, clothes, lingerie, shoes , wigs and make up. I would indulge myself and dress as my alter ego Paula at least once a month and enjoy time being a sexy lady. The dressing relaxed me and I had never really seen myself as gay or bi it was just my bit of fun. I had only ever been seen twice in ladies clothes. Once, shortly after my divorce, when I visited a dressing service as I knew I would be dressing more often and the other time I visited an e****t and wore panties and stockings when we had sex. The dressing service helped me look quite passable. I was only 5 feet 7 and slim and fairly hair free. I now kept myself completely waxed which I explained was due to the fact I did a lot of …